Chapter 975

Meng was stunned and asked curiously, "What do you mean by this Dalin Temple? What do you mean by that Dalin Temple?

Why am I getting more and more confused? "

Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said mysteriously, "Come with me!"

After saying that, Zhang Xiaohua pulled Dream's hand. The two of them led their horses past the entrance of the Dalin Temple. They followed the mountain path up the mountain and headed to the back of the mountain.

Behind the mountain was a dense forest. From time to time, they could hear the chirping of birds. As the two of them walked through the forest, a sense of serenity filled their hearts. Meng glanced sideways at Zhang Xiaohua. At this moment, Zhang Xiaohua was also smiling at her. Meng pursed her lips and smiled. She leaned her head sideways on Zhang Xiaohua's shoulder. Zhang Xiaohua reached out and wrapped his arm around Meng's waist. The two of them leaned against each other as they strolled along the mountain path.

Warm times were always short. Just when Zhang Xiaohua and Meng were hoping that they would walk on this path forever, they arrived at a mountain spring. "Are you thirsty?" Zhang Xiaohua whispered into Meng's ear.

"No, don't talk. I just want to hear your heartbeat!"

Zhang Xiaohua laughed, but before he could finish laughing, he raised his eyebrows and looked towards the mountain path in the distance. Meng Shu's eyes were slightly closed, but when Zhang Xiaohua looked up, she opened her eyes as well. At the end of the mountain path in the distance, a group of bald monks ran over. They looked to be in their teens.

This group of monks was strange. They were using the Qing Gong that was commonly seen in the Jianghu. But when they were using it, their arms were spread open, and each of their hands was holding a huge bucket that was about the same height as them. The bottom of the bucket was also different from usual, it was pointed.

The monks rushed towards Zhang Xiaohua and company, but they did not even look at them. They walked straight to the mountain spring and each of them threw the buckets in their hands into the mountain spring. They filled two buckets with water and just like before, they stretched out their arms and grabbed the two buckets in their hands.

"This …" Zhang Xiaohua and Meng were shocked. The buckets were quite big and the water must have weighed more than a hundred jin.

These monks were only in their teens and they were holding the buckets at shoulder height. How could they do it with less than a hundred jin of strength?

Zhang Xiaohua and Meng looked at each other in surprise. These monks were the lowest disciples of the Dalin Temple. Fetching water must be part of their daily routine. As the saying goes, "Looking at a leopard through a tube". Just by looking at the monks' skills, they knew how rich the Dalin Temple was!

"Little Master, is the Dalin Temple in front?" Meng Qi asked the last monk hurriedly.

However, the monk only looked at them from the corner of his eyes and ignored them. He carried the buckets with both hands and turned a corner. "This little monk is really ignorant!" Meng Qi said softly.

The little monk seemed to have heard Meng Qi's words and his ears moved slightly. However, at this moment, perhaps because he was distracted or because the spring was slippery, the little monk slipped and fell into the spring.

However, even so, the small monk still held onto the two buckets tightly. Because of this, the two buckets weighed over a hundred jin. The small monk was unable to adjust his balance and fell into the mountain spring. At this moment, it was already too late for him to let go of the buckets.

"Aiyo ~" Seeing that the little monk was about to fall into the spring, Meng Qi cried out. She moved slightly and wanted to save him. However, before she could finish her cry, she saw Zhang Xiaohua's familiar figure. She floated towards the little monk like a wisp of smoke. The little monk didn't notice and a hand grabbed him by the back of his neck. He was pulled up from the spring and his body floated back to the top of the mountain. The two buckets in the monk's hands were like feathers!

Zhang Xiaohua's actions were very fast. When the little monks heard Meng Qi's cry and turned around, Zhang Xiaohua had already landed with the little monk. The little monk was stunned for a moment before a smile appeared on his face. He wanted to thank Zhang Xiaohua with his palms together but when he saw the buckets in his hands, he nodded apologetically at Zhang Xiaohua. He then looked at the group of little monks and raised his right eyebrow. Without saying a word, he stood up and chased after the little monk.

"This little monk?

Why didn't he say thank you? "

Meng Qi said unhappily, "Although I didn't save his life, I didn't let him become a drowned rat!"

Zhang Xiaohua knew that Meng Qi was still wary of the Dalin Temple. She complained with a smile, "Didn't you see that these little monks didn't say a word? Even when the little monk was about to fall into the water, he didn't say a word. Also, look at the sharp bottom of the buckets. It seemed like they weren't allowed to stop.

Hehe, didn't you see the little monk winking at us? Wasn't he trying to tell us to follow him? "

"Oh, I see."

Meng Qi pursed her lips and smiled. Then, she smacked her lips and said, "Xiaohua, hehe, your Qing Gong isn't good. Compared to Senior Sister Chen Chen, you have to work hard to cultivate your Neigong in the future.

Sigh, the Jianghu is so dangerous. I still need you to protect me! "

"Ah?"

Zhang Xiaohua was stunned. She felt wronged and explained, "Meng Qi, I can compete with anyone. Why do I have to compete with Senior Sister Chen?

She is a direct disciple of the Inner Gate. Now she is a successor disciple. It is said that if there is no accident, she will be in the position of Nun Jing Gang. I … How can I compete with her? "

"Hehe, then … then compete with Senior Sister Kong?

Compare with Yuyan? "

Zhang Xiaohua was speechless. She could only pat her chest and said, "I know. They are all examples that I have to follow. The Hierarch has given me the Neigong Heart Sutra. After I practice well, I will ask you to teach me the peerless Qing Gong of the Incense Cult!"

"Shh ~" Meng Qi stretched out a finger and put it in front of Zhang Xiaohua's mouth to stop him from speaking. She smiled and said, "Don't ask me to teach you. My Qing Gong is not as good as yours. If you learn from me, I don't know how I will harm you!"

She then looked at the little monk who was gradually getting further away. She rolled her eyes and said, "Why don't you learn from this group of little monks?

They are doing this to train their arm strength and also to practice their Qing Gong! "

Zhang Xiaohua pinched her chin and said, "That is very reasonable. The Qing Gong of the Incense Cult is very coy. It is obvious that it is practiced by women. It is better to learn from the Dalin Temple. There is always some masculine energy!"

"Pei!" Meng Qi spat, "If I do that, won't I be chased by Senior Sister Chen for thousands of miles?"

She then looked in front and smiled, "Let's go. If we don't go now, that group of little monks will be far away!"

Zhang Xiaohua looked at Meng Qi and smiled sweetly. The two of them quickened their pace and chased after the group of little monks.

Although the little monk was young, he walked very fast. It was obvious that he often practiced here. When Zhang Xiaohua passed through a col, there were three forks in the road. The three paths were exactly the same, and there was no difference. The group of little monks had long disappeared. "Xiaohua, look!"

Meng Qi frowned at first, but then she smiled at the middle path and said, "You are not helping people for nothing. You will receive a reward in just a moment!"

Zhang Xiaohua looked carefully. Indeed, there were some water stains on the side of the road.

"Hehe, this little monk is interesting."

Zhang Xiaohua touched her nose and said, "He didn't ask us why we came to the Dalin Temple. He just pointed the way!"

"Hehe, what do you want?

Do whatever you want. Do you think the Dalin Temple is afraid of you?

Don't think too highly of yourself! "Meng Qi sneered.

"That is true!"

Zhang Xiaohua nodded, "Lord Hierarch made me a guardian disciple, but he didn't ask me which sect I came from. Isn't that the reason?"

"Well, let's go!" Meng Qi pulled Zhang Xiaohua's hand and the two of them walked on the middle path.

Although there was a horse, Meng Qi still liked to hold his lover's hand like this. Step by step, it seemed that only by doing so could he feel at ease!

In the time it took to smoke a cigarette, the mountain path gradually leveled out and widened. There was also a piece of bluestone paving the path. Not far away on the left side of the mountain, there was a smooth platform chiseled out. On the platform was a small triangular pavilion. At this time, a tall monk with a shiny head was standing on top of it, holding a crescent moon shovel.

When the monk heard the sound of horse hooves and saw Zhang Xiaohua and Meng Qi, he frowned slightly. He didn't get down and shouted loudly, "Two young benefactors, in front of you is a forbidden area of Buddhism. You can't go forward. Please go somewhere else to play!"

When Zhang Xiaohua heard this, he also shouted, "Master, I would like to ask if this is the location of the famous Dalin Temple in the pugilistic world."

"Huh?"

When the monk heard, he was immediately alert. He jumped down from the platform and landed on the stone wall. Using the Eight Steps Overtaking Cicada, he came to Zhang Xiaohua.

"Benefactors, why do you want to know about the Dalin Temple?

Are you here because of its reputation?

Or do you want to become famous? "

Zhang Xiaohua was stunned and asked curiously, "If you want to become famous, why do you want to come to the Dalin Temple?"

"Hehe, young benefactor, a straightforward person doesn't resort to insinuations. Who in Jianghu doesn't know that our Dalin Temple is the most merciful. Most people who come to the Dalin Temple to challenge us are welcomed with kindness and no harm.

If you are lucky and can defeat one, when you return to Jianghu, you can say that you defeated a monk from the Dalin Temple. Then, won't your reputation spread?

If you are defeated, it doesn't matter. After eating, wipe your mouth and go back. Come back in two days! "

Zhang Xiaohua suddenly understood and smiled, "Master, you misunderstood. We are not the people you are talking about …"

"If it's not me, then why are you here?

This is not a place for ordinary people! "The monk didn't wait for Zhang Xiaohua to finish and interrupted.

Zhang Xiaohua bitterly smiled and pointed at Meng: "Then … Great Monk, look at my Senior Sister's dress, don't tell me you don't know our origin?"

"What's so strange about this outfit?"

When the monk heard this, he waved his hand and said, "This poor monk has been patrolling this area for a few years now. Every day, there would be women disguised as disciples of the Incense Cult coming here, but which one of them is real?

Don't you dare try to pass me off as genuine! "

"Ah???"

Not to mention Zhang Xiaohua, even Meng Meng was shocked. They never thought that someone would pretend to be a disciple of the Fragrant Religion!

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